An aside (spiced with rant):

When car camping, I like the quality of light produced by candles and hurricane lanterns. They are unobtrusive and fit with the landscape, the last colours of the day. I can also gaze at the sky unimpeded. I abhor the blazing white-gas monstrosity three campsites away, too often wrought by obnoxious and thoughless buffoons who let them run all night. (Yes, I rant, but this has happened many times. Leave your light pollution in the city. Oh, for a slingshot.)

I often don't bother with a fire, since I can build one at home any time I want. (This changes of course when there's a female contingent.) Also, a fire tricks my internal thermostat into thinking I'm cold when I'm really not. A candle or oil lantern gives me the psychological comfort of a fire, somehow, even though I can't be bothered with one otherwise. It also keeps me from bumping into trees and tripping on roots.

End of aside (rant).